Growing into the Job Post 483: Lunch Meeting, p1

The soft whir of my, uh, new car’s automated systems hummed to a stop, and I heard the gentle click of the driver’s side door unlocking, automatically for me. I thanked the AI - “she” and I had had a bit of a conversation on our way here - and my fingers lingered on the weirdly shrunken, simplified steering wheel. Did I really want to get out? Have this “lunch meeting” with Randi and Melissa? Be seen in public? Because the steering wheel wasn’t the only thing weirdly shrunken and simplified. This used to be a BMW 2 series coupe, Melissa’s, but had been repurposed and retrofitted  And I used to be a man. 

Well, I was still a man. Technically. But, in my condition at the time - all 4’6” of it (though that sounds huge to me now) - I sometimes didn’t feel like one. And not just because of my height. Increasingly, day by day, it seemed all my world, all my days and decisions, were being orchestrated by women. Capable, self-assured women. Today, for example. We - Melissa and I - were headed out to lunch to meet Randi because she apparently had some paperwork from Sheryl that needed to be signed. Of course I’d asked if it could wait for tomorrow - nope. She and Melissa wanted it done before the new clinics open Monday morning. What it was, this urgent paperwork? No one had been clear on that. ‘Something to celebrate,’ Melissa had insisted, ‘that’s why I’m taking you out to lunch.’

The car door swung open, and sunlight poured in, momentarily blinding me as I raised my hand to shield my eyes.  As my vision adjusted, the curvy silhouettes of Randi and Melissa - tall, and then even taller - came into focus, framed by the cobalt-blue sky above. Both of them leaned down slightly, their statuesque figures effortlessly commanding the space, their smiles radiant and knowing as their faces came out of shadow. 

Randi had leaned in the furthest, bringing us nearly face-to-face. Her sharp features were gorgeous but not striking enough to keep my eyes from dropping for a second into the gaping neckline of her cleavage. Lest we forget, I had spent time with this girl dry-nursing into a handjob on Melissa’s couch just three days ago, and I flushed at the memory of her soft, naked breast on my face. Both she and Melissa were dressed for the weirdly warm November day in weirdly matching tees, lacy pink and tight, and well-worn jeans. Their figures would command a lot of stares today, mine obviously included, and when my gaze finally escaped the gravity of Randi’s chest, her smirk curled. 

“Hi Squirt,” she smiled knowingly, long earrings dangling and catching a glint of sun, “nice ride. Missy let you drive yourself today, huh?”

Yeah, she had. 

My ride here, about fifteen minutes from the office to this curbside restaurant in one of the city’s elegantly casual neighborhoods, had been my first time behind the wheel of my new car. Having lost my old car in my divorce, I relished the chance to drive myself somewhere, anywhere. On the ride, though I hadn’t - if truth be told - had to do much actual driving at all. The car had been programmed to follow hers, trailing autonomously but obediently behind her XX Behemoth at a short distance, like a child clinging to its mother’s skirts. I had barely needed to touch the pedals, their extenders awkwardly fitted to accommodate my diminished stature and making them feel more like toy attachments than controls. The steering wheel, now smaller and closer, was almost laughably easy to turn, its simplified design a mockery of the original. Even the dashboard had been reconfigured, with its bright, oversized controls now vaguely reminiscent of a child’s playset.

The seat, though not as plush and luxurious as those of Melissa’s ultra-luxury SUV, cradled me in a way that should have felt comforting. Instead, it only heightened my awareness of how small I’d become. The padding seemed to envelop me, the seatbelt snugging me in like an overprotective hug. I couldn’t escape the feeling of being held, as if the car itself had been designed not just for safety but for control.

“Are you comfortable, Jay-Jay?” the Frea AI’s brightly feminine voice had asked earlier during the ride, startling me. The thing was not only in her car, but mine too, retaining its warm, maternal tone that was eerily similar to Melissa’s. The car also smelled like her: nice touch.

“I’m fine,” I had muttered, feeling ridiculous as I answered the car.

“I’m here to ensure your safety,” it replied, “Please let me know if you require any adjustments.” The phrase “your safety” rang in my ears long after, a quiet reminder that even this car was just another extension of Melissa’s influence, cocooning me in a web of control disguised as care.

Speaking of, the sound of Melissa’s soft laugh from outside the car pulled me back to the present. 

"And he did so good, getting himself here!” she giggled, now leaning in further herself alongside her friend and effortlessly overwhelming the moment with her own eye-popping chest. Again, I needed to struggle to pull my attention out from its depths, away from its jiggles.

The sunlight filtered through both their hair, casting the halo of an almost divine glow around them. For a moment, I felt a strange pull, a dazed awe. They were breathtaking, so much larger than life - or, at least, so much larger than me. The sight of them, towering and radiant, sent a ripple of conflicting emotions through me, something I couldn’t name. My fingers clenched slightly on the steering wheel, a futile effort to ground myself.

Melissa and Randi exchanged a glance, clearly amused by my dawdling and aware of the effect their appearance was having on me. I could almost hear them thinking it: Men these days! 

“Ready to join us?” Randi finally asked, her voice smoky and with its typical rasp, “or do you want to just sit there and stare for a while?”

I blinked, shaken from my reverie, and saw their hands reaching for me, elegant and commanding.  Long, manicured fingers beckoned, and their expressions held the same mirthful patience one might use with a reluctant child. From outside the car came the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from the restaurant and the faint aroma of the urban street, all mingling with Melissa’s perfume.

Slowly, I went to unbuckle my seatbelt, only to have the AI do it for me, feeling the soft grip of the strap release around me. I hesitated for a moment, then placed one small hand in Randi’s outstretched palm, the other in Melissa’s. 

"Let’s get you out of there,” Melissa said, her smile widening effortlessly larger, effortlessly in control. 

“We’ve got you,” Randi added, her dark eyes sparkling mischievously, smirk sharp and playful. 

And just like that, I was out of the car, stepping into their shadows - and their world - once again. With their help, I emerged from the car, stepping down onto the pavement right outside the curbside restaurant. Diners enjoying the warm noonday sun looked our way. Even with Melissa and Randi stooping slightly to assist, they both still towered over me. I must have looked utterly dwarfed between them, their combined sizes and beauty dominating the scene.

The two young Amazons stepped me up onto the curb. Then, though, Melissa released my hand and turned back towards the cars; Melissa’s giant vehicle was parked in the spot right in front of mine. Randi glanced back at the two sleek vehicles, the matte gray finish of the newly modified BMW catching the sunlight and the Behemoth glowing like an enormous jewel. “I like the new color scheme,” she quipped, nodding at the metallic magenta accents of my car, “You guys match. It’s like you’re getting to be just part of her outfit, huh Squirt?”

I felt my cheeks flush, though I stayed silent.

Melissa had heard the jab, but only smiled quietly. Her focus had shifted. “Big Mama’s AI told me your charge was running low on the way here,” she said as she opened the Behemoth’s rear charging port. With a fluid motion, she pulled a sleek charging cable from its housing, turned to stoop into a crouch, and plugged it into the BMW’s umbilical, just below its grille. “You’re not wrong, though, Randi,” she admitted, laughing lightly. “His car kind of is just an accessory to mine. It needs mine to charge.”

Randi’s eyes widened. “Wait. You mean he can’t even charge it himself?”

Melissa shrugged, her tone breezy as she stood back up to her full, imposing height. “Not really, no. But that’s okay! I’ll always be around to help.”

“Awwww, so sweet,” Randi drawled, dryly, watching as Melissa stepped back towards us, and me. 

“It is sweet, right? Your little car, getting a boost from mine?“  Melissa agreed, punctuating her words with a gentle bump of her mighty hip against my chest, a motion that sent me off balance. Both girls caught me, though, with steadying hands. “It’s just one more way I’m looking out for you, keeping you safe and providing for you, right sweetie?” She turned to Randi, her smile softening. “It’s what we do, right? We take care of the people we love?”

Randi stifled a laugh, but her expression said everything. “Yeah, sweet,” she echoed, the sarcasm just thin enough to be playful and teasing rather than biting.

I watched as Melissa placed her hands on her hips, her hair catching the breeze as she surveyed the two vehicles. Looking up at her, the image was striking. I couldn’t help the feeling that grabbed me. The thrill of being cared for by her, of being enveloped in her influence, was becoming intoxicating in its own way. Even now, the warmth of her presence and the faint scent of her perfume pulled at something deep inside me.

“Anyway, these two are all set,” Melissa announced, snapping me from my thoughts. “We’ll leave them together for a bit. Let Big Mama take care of your little guy while we, like, grab some lunch.”

She turned, extending her hand to me again, and Randi did the same. Both women hoisted their bags on their shoulders. With no real choice in the matter, I let them each take one of my hands. Their fingers enveloped mine easily, and I couldn’t help but notice how small mine felt in theirs. Randi was big, easily over six feet tall in her heels, and Melissa must be at least seven in hers. Both were broad of hip, long of leg. At four-and-a-half feet and so, so skinny I must have looked like a child between them. People strolling by on the sidewalk tried to keep from staring, and someone seated at one of the outside tables took a picture. We must make quite the sight. I was more than a little self-conscious, embarrassed, but there may have been a part of me that got a little thrill from being the center of attention - overwhelming as it may be - flanked by these beauties. 

As they walked me toward the restaurant entrance, leaving the cars behind to charge, cutlery clinked against plates and snippets of laughter came from the outdoor diners. The young hostess outside the door glanced up in greeting but my eyes were caught by the image of the three of us in the polished glass of the restaurant door, reflecting the towering figures of the two women aside little, tiny me as we approached.

“Table for three?” the hostess asked, her cute dimples and sparkling eyes betraying her shock and amusement as we stepped up to her stand. She was a short, redheaded thing - well, taller than me but a lot shorter than either of my lunch dates - and certainly addressing Melissa and Randi, not me.

“Please, yes,” Randi answered, as Melissa was fishing in her purse - pulling out some sunglasses. More people had started taking pictures, and some were now pointing our way. 

“But, inside, please,” Melissa added, putting on a pair of oversized shades that quickly darkened in the sun, and then resting a large hand on my slight shoulder. “It’s a nice day for November but our little man here will get cold.” She then looked down at me, and her smile beamed. “Unless you want to maybe sit on my lap?”

”Inside is fine,” I agreed, flushing. 

Both girls giggled, and Melissa nodded at the hostess, with one hand stopping her from reaching for the door, to open it. . 

“Sweetie, can you get the door for us ladies?” Melissa asked me. 

Chivalry, I mused, must not be dead quite yet. I took the opportunity to at least prove myself mildly useful and let go of the girls’ hands to approach the glass front door. The handle was at about my eye level. I put my hands around it and pulled. Oh…crap. The door barely budged. 

“Oh my god…” I heard Randi chuckle, behind me. 

I tried again, leaning back to pull this time, grunting with effort. My feet, which I’d planted, slid across the ground. My arms strained, even as the sting of humiliation began to creep up my neck; I was failing.  I only managed to move it a few inches before my fingers slipped and the door closed shut. 

“I…I can’t do it, Melissa,” I admitted. 

”For real??” Randi snorted.

“Shhh, Randi, be nice,” Melissa admonished, her attention suddenly all on me, voice sweetening. She laid a hand on my shoulder. “Why not, sweetheart?” she asked me, “Tell us.”

“I’m, um,” I stammered, feeling myself flushing again. Not only were Randi and Melissa watching me, but the hostess and some of the diners outside as well. “I’m too weak.”

“Too weak for what?” Melissa followed. 

“t-too weak to open the door.” I was humiliated…but darkly thrilled. 

Randi covered her mouth, trying not to laugh. She mostly failed, though, and snorted loudly. ”Fuck that’s hot.”

I looked up and back at Melissa. She seemed a little flush. She’d obviously expected me to struggle with the door, but was surprised herself that I was already too weak to even open it. What would this mean, soon, if I continued to shrink? I could tell the thought of it had grabbed her, and a hint of a smile played on her lips. Was she imagining what other moments like this might look like in the future?

“It’s alright, sweetie,” Melissa cooed as she reached for the door handle herself, “little boys sometimes need their mommy’s help.” She paused, waiting for an argument from me that never came, and let the moment linger just long enough to deepen my embarrassment. She absorbed the onlookers’ fascinated reactions before easily pulling the glass door open herself.

“’Mommy’, huh?” Randi then repeated, unable to let anything go, “that’s new.” Her voice was dripping with amusement as she stepped through the restaurant door and into a small entrance vestibule. Her smirk deepened as she glanced at me following her in, her dark eyes glittering with mischief as she reached to open the inner door, another glass behemoth. “You’ve been holding out on me, Missy. What’s that all about?”

“Oh, ‘Mommy’? It’s nothing,” Melissa replied breezily, stepping gracefully inside the entranceway. The reflected light from the glass door caught the metallic sheen of her magenta nails as she casually flicked her thick hair back over her shoulder. “It’s just what he finally called me last night in bed.”

“M-MELissa!” I blurted, my voice cracking as heat flooded my face. My small hand was still firmly clasped in hers, and I couldn’t pull away, no matter how much I wanted to shrink into the ground.

Randi had burst out laughing, throwing her head back as she leaned back against the inner door for support, cleavage jiggling in the v-neck of her top. Even the hostess, who had hurriedly taken over holding the outer door from Melissa, nearly tripped over her own feet at the unexpected revelation. She fumbled with the menus in her hands, her face a vivid pink as she stammered an apology, her voice an octave too high. She shuffled backward, nearly colliding with the podium as she tried to recover her composure. 

“Uh! Sorry! Right this way.” She let the outer door shut behind her.

Melissa’s smile widened. “Thank you so much,” she said warmly, but our close quarters forced the hostess to crane her neck upward to look for eye contact. Melissa’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. “You are just the cutest thing,” she told the hostess.

Melissa now led the way through the vestibule, ducking so that her head would clear the smaller frame of the inner doorway as Randi held it open. Upon entering the restaurant proper - a casual yet upscale Mediterranean bistro, full of light from the wall of windows which faced the street - Melissa immediately brought the murmur of conversation from the dining room to an abrupt halt. Heads swiveled, forks paused halfway to mouths, and jaws went slack as Melissa rose back to her full height at the entrance to the room. Visibly, she seemed to swell - chest out, shoulders back, chin up - as if daring the entire place to gape at her as her gaze swept over her diminutive surroundings with a faint smile

“Oh, it’s adorable,” Melissa finally remarked, her voice carrying easily over the stunned quiet as she surveyed the restaurant’s interior. Her tone was light and amused, as if she were commenting on the layout of a dollhouse. She held me at her side, and I felt like I was tethered to a force of nature, her towering presence commanding the attention of everyone around us. 

Randi snickered, entering after me and the hostess, letting the door finally close. “Missy, you certainly know how to make an entrance.”

The hostess stepped in front of us. “We have a table for you ov-”

“In front of the window over there?” Melissa cut in, looking to an empty table at the front of the restaurant rather than following the lead of the hostess, who was about to bring us deeper into the room. The table Melissa was looking at had bench seats against the front glass wall.

“So everyone can see you, huh? Bask in your beauty?” Randi - not without a healthy dose of sarcasm - quipped to her friend, “Whether they’re inside or outside?”

Melissa waved her off blithely, adjusting the big incognito sunglasses on her nose. The dark lenses had already begun to fade, now inside and away from the rays of the sun. Playing like she wanted to remain incognito, she was obviously thirsty for attention. She wanted to be seen, and I was starting to get the idea that that was why we were doing this “meeting” out in public. Whatever was going to happen, she wanted an audience for it.

“That table by the window…” the hostess began, checking the tablet she carried with her, “...is, uh, fine…”

The sound of Melissa’s heels was already reverberating in the sudden silence as they <clack-clack-clacked> their way towards the front table and kept every pair of eyes in the room on her…while rattling glassware to the back of the restaurant, making plates clink and clatter. Her shapely hips and mountain of a rear, rolling with her walk and drawing countless eyes with their gravity, were equally seismic. 

Good god I’m dating a living earthquake.

She tugged me along aside her, and Randi sauntered in behind us, her own height and striking features drawing their fair share of stares. “Wow, look at them all gawp at us, checking you out. I can’t blame them, though,” Randi said, her voice a low drawl that carried a note of teasing, “You look like an actual adult who’s wandered into a daycare.”

Melissa chuckled, glancing back down at her friend. “It does feel like that, doesn’t it? Everything’s just so... little.” Her free hand reached up to brush a low-hanging pendant light above us as we approached our table, sending it to rock like a pendulum. She barely seemed to notice, her attention focused on the diners around her. “And the people,” she added, her voice tinged with bemusement. “Even the men here... they’re all just so tiny. They remind me of sixth graders trying on their dad’s suits.”

Randi snickered. The two were enjoying this playful back-and-forth, feeding Melissa’s ego. “More like toddlers playing dress-up. And they can’t stop looking at you.”

“Let them stare,” she said, half-dismissively but adding, “I kinda like it.”

The hostess, clearly flustered by Melissa’s towering presence, hastily pulled out a chair for her. 

“No, I’ll sit on the inside, with my back to the window,” Melissa said, “Across from Jay. Randi, you sit next to me.”

Melissa gave the hostess a gracious nod and released my hand before sliding in to sit. Even seated, she dwarfed the table, her knees nearly brushing its underside as she adjusted herself. Randi sat next to her, I across from them both. Melissa asked for water for the three of us.

The hostess handed us our menus with a shaky smile. “Enjoy your meal,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper before she scurried off, leaving us.

Melissa and Randi adjusted themselves in their seats across from me, movements graceful and feminine despite their size. Even seated, they both seemed to tower over the small table, and Melissa over Randi - though both girls were striking. The two of them, side by side, presented a dazzling, overwhelming picture of beauty…

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